User blog comment:Denrael Sabretooth/The Red Mist RPG (Rebooted)/@comment-39940417-20190627063018

Jarky quickly recovered from the indignity of her fall, and sat up, rubbing her sore head. “I say old chap, would you mind sparin’ some vittles for a poor lonely traveller like my good self, wot?” the gluttonous squirrelhare asked.